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Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby
BRITNEY LIVES!!!
Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real
Oh, how I wish you were invisible.
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you?
Nobody enjoys being trapped in a headlock by a whining adolescent.
Why'd you turn away? Here's what I have to say…
You know, even for someone without the slightest modicum of intelligence, you couldn't have said anything more witless.
I was left to cry there
"Sk8er" girls don't cry, you idiot.
Waiting outside there
Waiting outside the Church getting ready to 'sing' "Jerusalem", I think you'll find…
Grinning with a lost stare
Do you want to see my impression of "grinning with a lost stare"? Think Jaz Coleman in a mental asylum after having endured weeks of therapy…
That's when I decided...
TELL ME! I am riveted by your story. *yawn*
Why should I care?
Yes, we know you don't care about what other people think of you *cough*. You can stop telling us now.
'Cause you weren't there when I was scared, I was so alone
I sympathize. If I had a voice like yours, I would be terrified of being left alone with it (because, you know, I might just accidentally blurt out a line from the hymn book, and then my eardrums would be forever perforated).
You, you need to listen
I think not. I will have no ears left to listen with.
I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip, and I'm in this thing alone.
If only you could lose your grip whilst hanging from a cliff above the Niagra Falls...
Am I just some chick you place beside you, to take somebody's place
Probably.
When you turn around can you recognize my face?
Sadly, your face can be recognized everywhere. It won't be when I skewer your eyeballs out though.
You used to love me you used to hug me
That's nice. But you don't go to Kindergarten anymore, remember?
But that wasn't the case, everything wasn't okay
I think it may have had something to do with your square glasses. *squints*
I was left to cry there
I will not go over this again.
Waiting outside there
Where? *Grins with a lost stare*
Grinning with a lost stare
OoOoOoO….
That's when I decided...
Still as riveting as ever…
Blah Blah Blah….
Cryin' out loud I'm cryin' out loud
We know you desperately want Dashboard Confessional to write a song about you… Next time, try not to make it so obvious.
Cryin' out loud I'm cryin' out loud
Still Cryin'
Open your eyes
If I had my eyes closed, do you think I would be writing this?
Open up wide
MY EYES ARE ALREADY OPEN.
Blah Blah Blah…
Why should I care?
How should I know?
'Cause you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone
Unless you stop singing sometime soon, you will always be alone.
Why should I care?
Now is the time to start pounding your head furiously against the wall in a highly agitated manner.
If you don't care, then I don't care, we're not going anywhere
If you don't care, why the hell did you write a song about it?
Wow. What a complete waste of time.
Finally, having been a skater in school, do you have any tips for someone pulling a backside ollie kickflip ? "Yeah, I said I was a skater in high school, but that doesn't mean I am one now !"
(That means she doesn't know.)